Category Archives: Dating

I am sad

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Dave the Brit is sick, so our date has been postponed. We’re probably going to go out either tomorrow or Sunday (depending on if he’s feeling better), so it’s not like it’s been postponed indefinitely, but for some reason I am irrationally bummed about this. I played the good sport when I talked about it with him, but… damn. I was just looking forward to it so much. It can’t possibly a good sign that I’m so disappointed at the thought of waiting another 24 hours until I see him again. This just has me getting hurt written all over it.

Anyway, I was trying to think of something to do tonight to distract myself from thinking about the Date That Is Not Going To Happen. I was cleaning out my wallet & I found a Best Buy gift card. I have no idea how much is left on it, but I think I may go buy a cheap DVD player tonight. The Blockbuster in my neighborhood is phasing out VHS, so I’ve come to the conclusion that I really have to get a DVD player. So maybe I’ll do that, rent a movie or two, and order a pizza. That could be nice. And a bubble bath. That’s mandatory.

waterlogged & twitterpated

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This morning I walked to work in the rain. This is only maybe the 2nd or 3rd time it’s rained on my little pedestrian commute, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first time it’s rained in the morning. I had my umbrella, but all that really did was keep my head from getting wet, the rest of me got soaked. Eight hours later, I was starting to feel like I had just finally dried out, and it was time to walk home. In the rain. It’s not supposed to stop raining until next Tuesday. Ick. I think this is an early pajama night for me.

And I learned something else: it doesn’t matter that I had the umbrella to keep my hair from getting wet, or that I used the straightening iron on my hair this morning, or that I also used the goo that’s supposed to keep me from getting those little fly-away hairs all over my head. If I’m outside in the rain for more than 5 minutes, I start to get an afro from the humidity. Lovely.

In much-much-much happier news, I have a 2nd date with Dave the Brit set for Friday night. We’re having dinner. It’s so unusual for me to be this excited about seeing someone, I’m practically counting the hours until Friday. I talked to Kris the other night and she told me I was “twitterpated”. I had forgotten that term, but I think it’s pretty accurate for my current state of mind. Happy happy happy, la la la….

finally!

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Ok, the cute Air Force boy is definitely gone now. He never called me back, so fine, I can take the hint. Ordinarily, this type of thing would bum me out considerably, but I don’t really care today because… (drum roll)… I had a good date last night! After however many dozen boring dates that I’ve met through online dating, I finally went out with someone who I would actually like to see again, and who I think might actually be compatible with me. His name is Dave, he’s British (I melt for that accent), he’s cute, he’s smart, he’s funny, etc. etc. Oh, and he likes cats (major bonus points with me). I think what made the date so amazing is that we basically did nothing, and I still had a great time. We just went to a coffee shop in my neighborhood – he had coffee, I had decaf mint tea – and we sat outside on the sidewalk and talked. That’s it, just talked. For 3 hours. I didn’t even notice the time until all of a sudden I realized that it was dark and I was cold, so I looked at my watch and it was 10:30. Holy hell, I’m usually showered & in bed before 10. A guy has to be pretty remarkable to keep me up that far past my bedtime. So, I walked with him back to his car, and he asked if he was going to get a second date, to which I replied “absolutely.” He gave me a hug – he’s a good hugger too (more bonus points) – and then I walked home.

This morning while I was walking to work I was thinking about how much fun I had last night, and I realized that I was smiling. It occurred to me that I probably looked insane, walking down the street by myself at 8 a.m. grinning like an idiot. I tried to force myself to stop smiling, but every couple of minutes I’d forget and the smile would creep back. I haven’t had this good a feeling about someone for a loooooong time.

Now, of course, the morning coffee jitters are kicking in and I’m starting to go through my self-doubt cycle of wondering if/when he’ll call/email me again. I’m trying not to focus on that, but it’s such a bad habit of mine that I don’t know how to shut it off. I’ll be ok, I’m just going to study for my next Microsoft exam and distract myself from thinking about it.

Off-topic: sending lots of happy, good luck vibes for Kris, who’s applying for a job that would totally kick ass if she got it.

impatience

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I left the cute Air Force boy a voicemail 2 nights ago, and he hasn’t called me back. So perhaps I really was just Queen for the Day, not for the Week or the Month. Or maybe I’m just being silly & he hasn’t called me back because he works graveyard shift & we’re on totally different work/sleep schedules. I suppose I’ll give him through the weekend to call me back, before I officially give up. Meanwhile, in the interest of not putting all of my proverbial eggs in one basket, I went on a date on Wednesday night. Nice guy, well educated, smart, relatively cute…. and na-da. No spark. I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual, so no big deal.

In other news, Chris G. called last night to tell me that he’s moving downtown. Yay! His new apartment is going to be about 1/3 of a mile from my place. I actually pass the building every day on my walk to work. So I’m happy that he’ll be able to come out & play with me more often. I’ve hardly seen him at all since he moved to Redmond last year. In my excitement over his big news, I even offered to help him move next weekend. I have a feeling I’ll probably regret that, but it’s typically easier to move someone else’s stuff than your own, so it probably won’t be too bad.

Oh, did I mention how happy I am that it’s Friday?

swoon

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The cute Air Force boy called last night. We talked for over an hour & a half. I still think he’s probably too young for me, but god, he’s just too adorable. Obviously I’m smitten, I don’t stay awake until midnight on a work night for just anyone. He might be going to Iraq in July, which is absolutely terrifying. Even if I don’t end up dating him, he’s a really sweet guy and the idea of him getting blown to bits in a desert on the other side of the world doesn’t sit well with me. The world has a shortage of good kissers, we need guys like him to stick around. He assured me that he’d be safe because he’s an airplane mechanic, so he wouldn’t be in the front lines, and the type of planes he works on (C-17’s, I believe) have never been shot down. But I don’t think there’s any such thing as 100% safe in that country right now. So I know that starting in July, whether or not he & I are still talking to each other, I’m going to be checking the death toll list every day to make sure his name isn’t on it. It’s scary, and I don’t like to think about it. So in the meantime, let’s just focus on the fact that I have a new crush, and he is cute-cute-cutey-cute.

sleep sweet sleep

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Apparently Blogger has completely changed their format, which I think is kind of cool, although it may take me some time to get used to it.

The weekend recap: Friday night, I did absolutely nothing. I ordered a pizza (low carb be damned, but I’m back on the wagon today), lay on the futon and stuffed my face. Saturday I cleaned/unpacked (still not finished with that yet), and then that evening, I was supposed to have a date but I think I got stood up. It was very strange, I had one phone conversation with this guy, and he said he’d call me the next evening to go out, but he never called. Which was fine, I wasn’t really looking forward to it – just from the one phone chat, I thought he was kind of a jackass. And judging by the fact that he never called again, I’m guessing that he felt the same way about me. Oh well, what are you going to do? The only thing that bugged me about that was that I specifically stopped cleaning and started getting dressed up because I was planning for the time frame that he said he was going to call me. And then he never did call, so Saturday evening was essentially a waste of make-up. Instead, I went to the tattoo shop to meet with the artist who I want to do my tattoo. He’s a super-nice guy, and he had some really cool ideas for how we could do my design, so I think it’s going to turn out to be even more beautiful than I had originally imagined. I also got to look a bit more at his portfolio (only a fraction of it is on the shop’s website), and he’s done some amazing work. So I’m really, really excited about it now.

Oh, after the tattoo shop, since I had no date & nothing to do, I went to Blockbuster & rented “Le Divorce”. I liked it. Also over the weekend on my cable movie channels, I watched “Iris” and “Laurel Canyon”. Iris was depressing as hell, which I should’ve figured out 5 minutes into it, but for some reason I continued to watch it anyway. Bonus for guys: Kate Winslet gets naked more than once in it. Laurel Canyon was good, and if any of you boys have an interest in seeing Frances McDormand’s breasts, this movie is your chance (she’s much more flat-chested than I had imagined, kind of made me feel good about myself). LC also features Christian Bale with his shirt off, which is a good enough reason to watch any movie, if you ask me.

Sunday was errand day – Home Depot, drug store, and groceries. I bought plants for my balcony at Home Depot. This is my first attempt at horticulture since the time I killed a cactus in high school (which is extremely difficult to do, I might add), so we’ll see how they do. I got petunias because they’re purple & cute, and I bought catnip so Teenie can have the kitty equivalent of home-grown angel dust. I pinched off a twig for her yesterday and she completely flipped out. But hopefully now that I have plants out there, my stupid upstairs neighbors will realize that someone lives in my apartment and they’ll stop throwing their f***ing cigarette butts on my balcony.

I think the highlight of my weekend was that I finally got to sleep – I’ve been averaging about 5 hours a night for the past month. Combining Friday & Saturday nights, I think I slept 19-20 hours total. It was lovely, I need to do that more often.